The next morning, you wake up feeling refreshed, ready to jump in the car and show your worth. You hope the team wasn’t too angry after your tangent at the press conference. As you approach the track, ready to make your first kilometres of the weekend, you run into Daniels. “Oy, mate”, he yells over to your side of the box. You acknowledge his greeting, put on your helmet and strap yourself into the car, which has been prepared overnight. While you plug in your radio, you overhear Marko...